Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.